I want to talk about access, and particularly access to physical spaces. Swarthmore is wonderful in that it is very small, and one tends to see the same people congregate in the same library and the same spaces. The downside of this,
I often end up lost in the sauce of campus life, so to speak, and for those who know me well, I vacillate between “welp, it is what it is” and “this is mission critical and must be addressed.” I lead with
Hi Friends, in this essay I would like to explore the abstract human condition and finally give an answer to the question that has plagued Swarthmore students since the dawn of time, or at least from the dawn of Swarthmore’s history: what
Let me begin this by saying I am not an angry person. I strive to be calm, cool, and collected (like a cucumber). However, nothing sends me into the five stages of grief faster than when I walk into the dining hall